Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
the Germs,
CMW,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.